As I watched
for your eyes
on that long
and winter night
a song of the heavens
far and true
drifted down
and deep into
my dreaming mind
and restless soul
until at once
I did behold
the fairest form
of spirit there
drifting on
the water's shore
She spoke in riddles
She wrote in runes
She gave me a pipe
to smoke the moon
I drew in deep
I breathed in long
and then I wrote
a better song
Whisper children
on the eve
as fairies touch
your nightgown sleeves
and I will tell
of a forgotten love
born in oceans
and owned by doves
The piper plays
a mournful tone
as we wander
far from home
For on a night
cold and clear
I lost my love
and gained my fear
the ghost I knew
I cannot flee
for her eyes
are still on me
The whole world seems
to rest at ease
but until she comes
I cannot sleep
Lady of
the winter lake
please come soon
for my sake
wash me clean
and be my bride
take my bones
to your side
I shall stand here
at this shore
and watch the sunrise
never more
Into your cold
and ethereal arms
I place the rest
of my lonely heart
(September 18th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
